Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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"What did that accomplish? It's not a woman, you can't spank it into action." He looked at her again, raising a brow. "Spank? Really." He shook his head at her choice of words before moving around to the boot of the car and opening it with the push of a button. "Don't happen to have a torch in there or anything?" He grabbed the first aid kit and looked around in his emergency kit for a torch. "Yeah, got one." He said, fishing it out. "It may as well be a roof as it's useless as a car right now." He closed the boot and moved back to the side of the car to hand the blonde the torch. "True..back inside then." He agreed, getting back in. He rested the first aid kit on the arm rest and rummaged inside for a bandage. "Here. . might help your wrist."
"Oh please do, Bambi is a terrifying film and I don't need to relive it." He snorted and side eyed her, somewhat amused by her sarcasm. Bambi may have had a dark turn at one point but it was far from terrifying. "Nope. It's fucked." He sighed and hit his hand on the car door in annoyance. ”Fuck sake.” He muttered, pissed at himself for deciding to drive his unmarked bmw instead of taking Blaise in one of the station patrol cars. Hopefully the garage in town could work their magic and have it fixed sooner rather than later. He glanced up at the sky, wondering if the rain would eventually let up but the clouds were still black which didn’t look promising. "We need to find somewhere to wait out the night, no point trying to walk in the dark and this weather is going to get worse." He nodded, catching the time on his phone as he slipped it back into his pocket. ”Wait in the car or try and find somewhere?” He asked. The car at least was off the road so they wouldn’t be at risk of anyone crashing into them but anybody passing by probably wouldn’t be able to see them in the dark.
He almost missed the smile on her face it was that small, but he had caught it, just about. . or maybe it was his head playing tricks on him. "You really think I'm going to do a runner right now?" He didn't actually. "No. I don't." He for some stupid reason, trusted her. The head wound was definitely getting to him. "I'm resourceful, but not that resourceful. Besides, I figure if something comes to eat us, it'll want you first as there's more meat on your bones." It was his turn to smile sarcastically but only briefly. Right of course. . don't worry, if a big bad deer comes out of the woods, I'll scare it off." He let her use his hand as leverage to get out of the car before leaning against the door frame while she inspected the damage, his eyes closing for a few seconds as the pain pulsed behind them. "Do you think you could try and help pop it? There might be less damage than we think..." His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice and he pushed of the car to move to the bonnet. "Actually, there's no point..." He caught sight of her face as she looked underneath the car and let out a sigh himself. "We're not driving anywhere in this thing are we?" He asked, pulling out his phone to try for a signal again.
"Liar," Even with the pounding headache and the sharp pain in his ribs, he managed to get out a snort. "Likewise." He muttered, nodding to her wrist. "Either the battery died or the crash killed it." He pursed his lips with a frown, biting back the urge to swear. Where were the good brick phones when you needed them. You could throw them off a cliff and they would still somehow manage to survive whereas phones of today, all you had to do was hold it wrong and it found a way to break itself. He picked up the police radio and held down the side button as he spoke into it, his eyebrows furrowing further when nothing happened. "fuck sake" He grumbled as he noticed the cord had snapped. "You're not fine, how bad is it?" He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and simultaneously ignore the fuzziness in his brain.
"I'm fine, it's just a knock." Most likely a concussion. "It's just a break, it doesn't matter." He half smirked, picking up on the stubborn trait they both shared. "You'll have to let me out of the back." He looked at her, taking a brief second to debate it before reaching for the handle and opening his door. Yes, she could run but he didn't think she would be stupid enough to be out alone in a storm and he hoped she wouldn't want to leave him for dead. Brook pushed the door open and stepped out of the car, pausing for a moment to catch his breath as shooting pains ran through his left side. Gritting his teeth, he turned his body towards the car and wrapped his hand around the back door handle to pull it open. He stepped aside to give her room to get out, only offering her a hand to grab if she needed it.
He felt something hit the back of his chair as the car smacked into the tree, flinging him into the steering wheel with a grunt. "Yeah I'm okay," He heard Blaise and gave a slight nod of his head. "good. ." He unclipped his own belt then put a hand to his head as it began to throb, a slight frown appearing on his face when he felt something wet on his fingers. "Are you alright?" He kept his fingers pressed against the gash on his head to try and stop the bleeding. "Yeah i'm fine." He wasn't but she didn't need to know that. He pulled out his phone from his pocket, his frown deepening when he saw there was no signal. Either the wind had knocked out a tower or they were in a dodgy service area. He turned slightly to face her as she leant forward in the chair. "Has your phone got any signal?" He asked looking at her, catching sight of the arm clutched to her chest. "You're not fine, how bad is it?"
"yeah cause that'll stop them," He rolled his eyes and shrugged. ”I wasn’t trying to stop them”. If he’d have been in a normal patrol car instead of his unmarked one, he still didn’t think they would have even slowed down. Drivers like that were the ones who were more likely to cause an accident. "Doesn't matter how long you've been driving. You can still drive like a backwards moron. it doesn't automatically make you Lewis Hamilton." He snorted and rolled his eyes again. ”when did I say I was like lewis Hamilton? I’m a damn good driver and its part of the job requirement.” He took the slip road off the carriageway and headed onto the road that led into the city. "I hope that was sarcastic. If not get out and we'll switch." He glanced at her again, giving her a look of his own as a response. "Brook, look out!" His attention turned back to the road in time to see a deer dash out from the trees, launching its way across the road. His hands gripped the steering wheel as he turned it quickly whilst slamming on the brakes. The car swerved to the left, colliding into a tree before he could manage to stop. Brook felt his body slam forward, his head hitting the steering with a thud, leaving him dazed for a few moments. Seeing as the airbag hadn’t deployed, he was hoping the damage to the car wouldn’t be too severe. ”Blaise? You okay?” He asked.
He smirked in satisfaction when the blonde refused to respond for a change. It wasn’t often she kept her mouth shut and he’d take the win while he could. Brook flicked the wipers onto the highest setting and slowed down slightly as the water began to cover the surface of the road. He’d driven in all kinds of weather and living in England, rain clearly wasn’t normally a problem to drive in but high winds with rain was a different story. No visibility and fighting to keep the car steady. Another frown creased between his eyebrows as a car came speeding up behind them, unaware the driver in front was an officer. If he hadn’t had Blaise in the car he would have pulled them. He moved to the outer lane, allowing the idiot to pass – flashing his lights in warning as he continued to speed along the road. If they didn’t end up killing themselves it would be a miracle. His eyes glanced up at the rearview as Blaise spoke again. "Depends if you know what you're doing. I prefer to drive," He gave a small smirk and shrugged. ”I’ve been driving since I was fifteen, I know what I’m doing.” He’d gotten into the habit of joyriding in his dads car while he was passed out on the couch. "This car isn't exactly built for these kind of conditions, just take it easy. Steering'll be pretty heavy if we aqua plane," He spared another glance in her direction before keeping his eyes on the road as the car began to sway from the battering the wind was giving it. ”Are any cars in England built for these kinds of conditions?”
"It is actually, can't wait to return." He expressed a small smirk as he adjusted the rear-view mirror in order to see her. ”I’m sure they’ll welcome you back with open arms.” He responded sarcastically. He glanced up at the sky as the heavens opened; releasing the rain it had been clinging on to all day. Perfect. He flicked on the window wipers as he drove down the carriageway, his brows furrowing into a frown as the rain beat down harder, making him turn the wipers on to the highest setting. He wasn’t keen on driving in a complete downpour, it meant visibility was at a minimum and there was a higher chance of somebody crashing. He turned the radio up slightly to hear the news; warning of high winds and flash foods. Brilliant. He glanced in the mirror again, wondering whether it would be better to turn back or keep going. He pressed on since they were half way there and there wasn’t a safe place to turn around. His hands gripped the steering wheel as the growing wind hit the car, making it rock a little. ”Hope you’re not a nervous passenger.”
"at least one of you has some semblance of a brain." Brook rolled his eyes and held the car door open for her, closing it behind her once she was inside. He had half a mind to put the child locks on so she wouldn’t be able to try and escape but he decided to give her the benefit of the doubt, figuring she wouldn’t be stupid enough to try and flee in the middle of her arrest. It certainly wouldn’t do her any favours. He moved around to the driver’s side and got in, inserting the keys into the engine and holding down the clutch in order for it to turn on. He reversed out of the parking space then put the car in first, driving out of the station and onto the main road, and heading straight for the dual carriageway that connected the town to the city. "Which town are going to?" He glanced at her through the rear-view mirror as she spoke. ”Willow Bridge, frequent haunt of yours?” He asked, unable to stop the jibe from coming out. Not that she didn’t deserve it for the last few things she’d been muttering.
He clocked her frown and mentally prepared himself for her refusal to move but she surprised him by actually listening. "You're taking me? Can't get enough of my sharp wit and pretty face, huh?" He sighed and shook his head as she couldn’t help winding up his colleagues at they walked past. Brook’s eyes narrowed as their expressions darkened, ready to get up from their chairs only to back off when they caught sight of his stony look. He walked her out of the building and over to his undercover squad car, opening the back door for her to get in. ”I’m taking you because I don’t trust those two to get you there in the condition you left in.” He’d already brought up their misconduct before and they’d been given warnings but that just made them smarter in hiding it.
"At least send the taller one back in, he was friendlier." He shook his head as he walked out of the room. Like hell he was letting either of them near her again. He spoke to one of his female colleagues and sent her into sort out the necessary paperwork. He made his way downstairs to where the holding cells where located. His brows furrowed when he saw both cells were occupied for the night. ”crap.” He sighed and made his way back upstairs and into his office, giving his colleague a smile as she left the room. ”I’m going to have to take you to Willow Bridge Station. .our holding cells are full.” He grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair and pulled it on then picked up the paperwork he’d need when he got to the other station. ”let’s go. .”
"You're infuriating." He lifted a brow and gave her a pointed look. "Likewise." He regretted slamming the desk the moment he saw her flinch. Involuntary reaction or not, he hadn't meant to make her feel threatened, especially after the way some of the officers in the station had treated her in the past. "Sorry." He muttered with a sigh. He watched her for a moment, waiting for the information to sink in, half expecting her to blow up. "Is that so." He couldn't help but quirk a brow at the calmness that seemed to flow through her. He didn't like it. It was almost like she was giving up. "Okay, so what now? Are you charging me? He gave a short nod and stood up. "I have no choice. .some one will be in momentarily to take your fingerprints and explain what will happen" He left the room to send in another officer to do the paperwork side while he went to check if they had space in a holding cell.
And you don't think that's the pot calling the kettle black? You don't trust me, but I'm meant to trust you... sound's about right." Brook ignored the first comment and pursed his lips. It was true trust went both ways but she was just too damn hard to trust and he couldn’t risk it. She’d burned him before and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. He was beginning to get sick of the merry-go round they were on and they needed to come up with a compromise in order for it to stop. "I won't get sent down, I'm not that stupid." He shook his head and slammed his hand down a little too hard on the paperwork in front of him with a frown. ”Dammit Blaise you’ve already been that stupid! We have enough evidence to charge you this time and you’re a flight risk so there’s a chance you may not get bail. You might be held in custody until your court date.” He rubbed the back of his neck, annoyed at his outburst.
brook watched her carefully and cursed internally. he'd let his emotions get the better of him and overstepped. he sat back in his chair as she leant on the desk, listening as she spoke. he lifted a brow and shook his head. "trust you? no. I barely trust someone i'd call a friend so, definitely not." he didn't trust easily, always guarded on the off chance the rug would get swept from under him again. hell the only one of his co-workers he probably trusted was his boss. "I know you don't do it for fun, i've seen the types of people that do this for fun and you aren't one of them." he picked up a pen and fiddled with it as he looked over the paperwork she'd come in with today. obviously she'd been arrested like usual but this time they had enough evidence to actually take her in to custody for the night. obviously he didn't want that. "then why won't you accept my help? you want to straighten out your life for your son? how? you're in a vicious cycle. .you steal to survive, to get enough money to live but what happens when something sticks? what happens when you get sent down?" it was only a matter of time before her luck ran out, even she had to realise that.
